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Gotham Buffet: Bruce fucks Zinda
🕑 Added 2023-10-06 15:14:29 +0000 UTCSomething touched Selina’s mouth, hot and stiff as a bar of metal fresh from the forge. She opened her eyes. It was Bruce’s prick. He was pushing himself inside of Zinda, even as Selina licked his creamy target.
Selina reared back, getting out of the way as that steely erection barreled into Zinda’s cunt. She could only watch with tight lips as Zinda was penetrated, the blonde crying out into Selina’s pussy, vibrating the folds of her sex with the volume of her pleasured scream.
Selina’s hips undulated, rutting herself into whatever thrill Zinda’s wailing mouth could offer, but her attention was all on how Zinda was being fucked. She was close enough to see Zinda’s folds ring around Bruce’s cock as she received him—drag inwards with the friction as he speared deep inside her—stretch caressingly as his prick pulled back for the heat of another entry.
Female juice dripped from Bruce’s manhood and ran out of Zinda’s splayed sex as he left her. She stopped eating out Selina, only able to moan and sigh while Bruce moved back inside her. Her hands squeezed at her lovely breasts, adding to her own glutinous pleasure at having Bruce despoil her so thoroughly.
Selina slid back, fearing being in between them as their lust for each other grew. Jealousy ate away at the desire she otherwise felt. Why had Bruce picked Zinda over her? Had she aroused him so much, in the night or even morning they’d apparently spent together, that he’d grown bored of her? Maybe he was addicted to Zinda, an addiction that still smoldered even as Selina tempted him—or tried to tempt him.
Selina felt herself boiling. Why hadn’t he given this thrilling fuck to her? Why did she have to wait and watch? Her mouth set in a frown, but the pulse between her legs couldn’t be dissuaded just for the sake of bitterness.
She shut her eyes, resolved to ignore them while her hand dropped to her groin. She squeezed pleasure into her mound and rubbed it even closer to orgasm, not stopping though she realized she was moving in rhythm with the shaking of the ground from how Bruce was pounding himself down into Zinda.
As their pace quickened, so did Selina’s masturbation. Her breath caught in her throat. She didn’t care—she did care—it felt too good to stop, the pounding of blood in her ears almost enough to drown out Zinda’s erotic squeals.
Her eyes opened. She saw Zinda’s legs high in the air, her feet kicking above Bruce’s crushing body. Her head twisted from side to side, eyes rolling as if jostled loose by his masterly thrusts, and her golden hair flew like a thousand cracking whips. Saliva ran from her lips, since she couldn’t think to wipe it away in such a state of transport.
Zinda seemed on the verge of a screaming orgasm, but it might well have been that she had been there for an eternity of minutes. Born aloft by how Bruce just kept hammering her with pleasure, refusing to let the breakneck pace of the sex dull for even an instant. Oh yes, she was seeing all the benefits of being Bruce’s cock sheath just then.
Selina decided immediately that this would be the last time the blonde received Bruce’s prick, let alone his cum. Her own reservations about Bruce as a mate disappeared. That primal ecstasy Zinda was in, that was hers, Selina thought hotly. She was going to fuck and suck and flaunt herself until Zinda was blown right off her feet.
Zinda was little more than a pin-up pose anyway. Sexy, yes, but she’d never learned anything when it came to fucking other than lying there and taking it. Her miniskirt did most of her sensuality’s work.
Smug superiority filled Selina’s mind. She enjoyed the feeling of confidence, as she always did. To capitalize on it, and get some of her own all-important pleasure out of Zinda’s temporary theft of Bruce’s affection, she leaned between the coupling pair.
She moved her hands in to join the orgy of Zinda’s hands at her own full, pinkened breasts… caressing them far more thrillingly than Zinda could do herself. She moved in with her mouth as well: catching a nipple inside her teeth and biting down just until the sensation verged on pain. Zinda howled, disbelieving and overwhelmed to have two lovers working on her, and her arms wrapped around both Bruce and Selina.
Selina’s left hand got away from her, flowing down Zinda’s body like a drop of sweat, until it was at the cunt Bruce was fucking so hellishly. She could feel the fervency of his need like heat from a furnace. Then, more tangibly, the tender and stiffened flesh of Zinda’s clit. Jiggling with the clamor of Bruce’s erection coursing in and out of the hilt Zinda had become for it.
She teased Zinda’s clit with her finger, still suckling at her teat, and Zinda’s nipple swelled between her lips, the flesh under it heaving. Shudders reaching out from Zinda’s marble-sized clit to shake her entire body. Selina’s flesh had never felt more numb and dead than it did when Zinda’s body was vibrating with such rapturous life and the want in her own unsatisfied pussy became impossible to ignore.
She felt wetness flood Zinda’s slot, washing over her clit like the bud was a boat sinking beneath the waves. Bruce had obviously came hard, favoring Zinda with enough seed that she’d need a longer skirt to hide it all. How long before Bruce could get it up again, now that he’d given what felt like pints to Blondie?
Selina cursed inwardly. Bruce had gotten off and clearly Zinda had too; she was not going without. She didn’t care if she was eaten or fingered or fucked, but someone was making her come. Selina wasn’t doing it for herself, not with these two here—even if they had gotten her hot enough to burst into flames, putting on a show for her…
Selina lifted her head. Bruce was pulling himself free of Zinda’s clasping cunt; it was too fucked out to hold him. Selina wondered if she cleaned his cock, whether the combination of a blowjob and the kinky visual would be enough to summon up an erection fast enough for her to get fucked before she went out of her mind?
Then her eyes widened in shock. Bruce’s cock was hard as ever, visibly throbbing and coated with a slick gloss of Zinda’s fluids. He hadn’t come. Everything Selina had felt had been Zinda’s own eruption. The woman was a squirter. And Selina wanted to know if that was just how Zinda came or if Bruce could make her do it too.
“My turn now, Bat,” Selina said, suggestively letting her lower lip hang open, a flash of pink tongue behind her parted lips. “Let me find out how that cunt tastes when it’s fresh on your cock…”
“Nooo,” Zinda moaned, her voice shaky from the pleasure that lingered in her well-cocked sex. “Still my turn… fuck me in the ass… my ass is ready for your cock… and I’m ready to really coooome…”
Selina nearly hissed at her.
“She doesn’t sound very satisfied by your licks, kitten,” Bruce teased, a knowing smile on his otherwise stoic face. “Maybe I should show you how it’s done.”
